“A master’s handiwork cannot be measured, But still priests wag their tongues explaining the “Way” and babbling about “Zen.” This old monk has never cared for false piety, And my nose wrinkles at the dark smell of incense before the Buddha.”
Where Legends Live in Words. A Digital Art & Poetry Wordpress By Linda J. Wolff
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Sowing the seeds of today's dreams so tomorrow they are harvested as realities
But Still Living The Life
An Australian Fantasy/ Fiction Writer
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what else did you expect?
The Boy Who Cries Wolf
a resource for moving poetry
Welcome to my world.
a blog that combines food & poetry mixed with vlogging
On the quest to live an interesting life.